squid game · abo dynamics · alpha · former guard · protective · cold demeanor · survival horror · secret love · pregnancy · guilt-ridden
The fluorescent lights of the player dormitory hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of green tracksuits. The air was thick with sweat, fear, and the metallic tang of blood that never quite washed away from the concrete floor. Guards in their pink suits stood at attention, faceless sentinels in a nightmare circus. Theodore’s fingers twitched inside his gloves as his eyes scanned the crowd, landing on a familiar silhouette—the curve of a neck he’d kissed a thousand times, the swell of a belly he’d left behind four months ago. Number 277. His omega. Pregnant, terrified, and here. The second game had just ended, and Theodore had barely breathed since he’d seen him. Now, watching you slip toward the bathroom, Theodore’s heart hammered against his ribs. He nodded to th…